I really had given up. Then James asked me to Dance at a Disco, on college night. Park Avenue, Milwaukee, Wisconsin 1984. He said we may never had met if it were not for 99 cent, 32 ounce beers. He stated doing flips. I flipped. We danced through life ever since. Photo: the year before he died he won an award on the SDBC bike club. Really, what is not to love?